When my kids were in second grade, they came home one fine February day and asked me if “The Leprechaun” was going to come to our house and bring him chocolate coins. I thought “Really? That’s a thing now?” I went down a Pinterest rabbit hole, which today would amount to watching hours worth of…
I hate my muffin top. Don’t give me some sappy line about the top being the best part of the muffin. I hate that little roll that reminds me that I’m probably being stubborn and I might need to go a size up in my jeans…that little extra piece of flesh that is evidence that…
I don’t know my son’s birthday. He has an official birth date of record. Someday he will go to the DMV to apply for a driver’s license and there is a date he will put down. It’s probably pretty close to the actual day he was born but that piece of the puzzle, that nugget…
I’m going to be 49 this year. Forty-nine. I can’t decide how I feel about that. I’m happy I’ve survived this long and that I’m living a relatively happy, healthy and productive life, yadda yadda yadda, but that nagging little inner voice keeps whispering “you’re old.” Make that screaming…my inner voice is a loudmouth. My…
We’ve all seen the movie Mean Girls, right? Right? We all have? If your answer is no, stop reading. Seriously, stop reading and run to Netflix or the nearest video store…are there even video stores anymore? If you have not seen this movie your pop culture education is severely lacking and I’m not sure we…
To My Dear Sons, I love you more than my own life. There’s probably not much I wouldn’t do for you, including giving you that last bite of my ice cream. I mean…if I’m stupid enough to eat something yummy in your presence instead of hiding behind the bathroom door like any sane mom would…
